
the breath of the wild . greetings to you guys from lapland – some good 200 km above the arctic circle, by -15°. my leisure activity: shoveling snow ❄😂








I wished I could share with you this hypnotic and all-enveloping spicy warmth of the woods in the arctic: these intoxicating scents of the forest on the tip of my nose and the sweet kisses by moss and horsetail on my heels…
very sparse population and – as you see – very low level of traffic. o’boys, how i love these velvet-coated antlers in the middle of nowhere!! a reindeer herd is a sort of a super kick-ass matriarchy. a cow decides. it is the leader cow who knows, or decides, where to go: if the ice will hold and when it is time to migrate from the fell country to the lowlands. it’s the leader cow who knows when it is time to return to the calving grounds in the spring. deep within my innermost being i am totally dependent on that clacking sound, the sound of reindeer hooves. it’s almost metaphysical. especially the white reideer – it is for the bliss 😉